It’s done. Finally. This is my baby. The RUFF draft. There’s something about putting your thoughts on page for the first time, no matter how raw, no matter how undone, or politically incorrect. I feel this one’s special. It’s personal... It's built on a proverb my father would share regarding the company I kept: “I don’t care how healthy you think you are — if you lock yourself in a room with someone that has the flu, sooner or later you’re going to catch it.”














